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Lying on my bed being philosophical,
Thinking of thoughts that are astronomical,
Relating to how I’m microscopic,
How human nature is all myopic,
In the end-oscopic actions being catastrophic and cataclysmic,
Weighing down heavily on my grey matter,
Amongst other thoughts, making me the Mad Hatter,
The asylum nutter, the one who’s brain is all Jell-o and butter,
Because even as I think up all the solutions,
They all morph into other problematic protrusions,
Like the mythical Hydra, who’s head just can’t be truncated
For in the lost’ place two are replicated.
So this makes me wonder, is it alright to give a peasant power or a poor man a country estate?
If you get my allusion, then you’ll likely understand the delusion,
Of human illusion,
Being the highest hierarchy in the so called chain of life
That only ends up in hate and strife…..